Dear Diary …
I got nothin’.
I’m serious … I got nothin’.
You ever have those times in your life where, creatively, you’re just useless? Well I’m having one of those times. And I get it … they happen to everybody from time to time.
And they are so frustrating and dumb, because your brain is absolutely no help. It sends out signals like, “That’s it. I’m out of ideas. I’ll never be able to think of something new ever again. That’s all.”
Which you know isn’t true. Or at least hope isn’t true. OH GOD WHAT IF IT’S TRUE?
What am I gonna do?
I mean … this Anger Diary relies on creativity and new observations, and right now all I got in this head is …
“Hey there … what’s the deal with all these cars in the left hand lane that drive all slow? And turn signals … I mean … how come nobody uses them?”
And it all comes down to one evil culprit … your brain.
That part of your body that controls everything, whether you like it or not. And I’ll never understand why your brain hates you so much. It holds ALL the power to make you happy, driven, and successful … and instead of using that power it sits there and fills your head with “I’ll never amount to anything … I shouldn’t even try chasing my dreams.”
And speaking of dreams … mine are no help right now. When I’m in a good creative flow, I’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night from a dream and I’ll have a really great and creative idea.
You know what I dreamt about last night? That I had to poop really bad and kept fillin’ up toilets with all my poop but still had to go more. That’s what I get from my brain … and it was so bad that I woke up in the middle of the night paranoid that I had to go to the bathroom, even though I didn’t. Hey … thanks brain!
Why does your brain want to destroy you so much? If it actually helped you be all rich and successful, then you’d be able to do all sorts of things that would make your brain even happier with things like great food, amazing trips, free time to read or relax or whatever. All things your brain would love. And instead your brain fills your head full of poop dreams and unnecessary anxiety.
Well let me just say … no. I refuse to give in to you, Brain! You’re not the boss of me!!
OK … you’re totally the boss of me, but I’m still not gonna give in to your shenanigans.
I WILL rise above. I WILL have new and good ideas. And I WILL kick some butt.
Till next time Diary … I say … Goodbye